Right now, Nick Jonas was having the time of his life at a club in the city of Los Angeles, drinking and dancing with random chicks. What more could he ask for? He got whatever he wanted and whenever he wanted, all thanks to his fame. He felt on top of the world. He pulled his lips away from a redhead girl he barely knew.
''I'll be right back.'' He said with a wink before turning his back towards her and heading towards the men's room. A few minutes later, after he was done, on his way back he bumped into somebody, causing them both to spill their drinks alittle.
''I'm so sorry.'' He said wiping the little liquid off his pants and then looking up to see a face he knew. His eyes widen. ''Miley?''
She rolled her eyes. ''Hi.'' She said coldly.
He licked his lips, not knowing what to say. ''Hey. How are you doing?''
''I'm good thanks.'' She faked smiled. She noticed him look over her shoulder, like he was looking for someone, and she knew who he wanted to see. ''She's not here.''
He nodded kind of disappointed. ''How is she?''
''She's doing great.'' She said quickly.
''I heard she's seeing someone.''
''Yup. His name is Zayn and she's in love with him and he's head over heels for her.''
''Good. I'm happy for her.''
''Yea, you should be happy for her after what you put her through. Now if you excuse me, I have to go.'' She said leaving him standing there.
He sighed silently before heading back into the club, walking pass the dance floor, and straight to the bar. Forgetting all about the redhead. He slammed a 100 dollar bill on the bar while taking a seat and telling the guy to 'Keep them coming.' He hated how just the thought of her effected him this way. They've been broken up for about a year, why couldn't he just forget about her? He should be dancing, and living up the single life, but as he looked towards the dance floor, he suddenly didn't have the strenght to get up.
About 45 minutes later, Nick's brother Joe came up to him noticing that he was sitting alone. ''Yo bro! Why'd you leave? My girl's friend is asking about you.'' He smirked. ''And she's totally DTF.''
Before speaking, he downed his drink. ''I'm not interested.''
''What are you talking about not interested?! She's a total hottie with massive boobs!''
''No thanks.''
''Are you okay?''
No. I'm not. ''Yea. I'm fine. It's just...'' He got up from the bar slowly, trying his best to keep his balance and then turned to face Joe. ''I've been in this club too long. I think I'm gonna go home.''
''You sure?''
''Yea.''
Nick started walking away fron Joe, but as he got outside he felt a hand on his shoulder. ''I saw Miley.'' He heard his brother say.
''Me too.''
''It will be okay bro.''
Just as Nick was about to say something, a bunch of paparazzi came and starting taking his photo. He gulped, looking about at Joe. ''No it won't. I fucked up.''
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25 minutes later, Nick was back in his Downtown LA loft. He walked slowly to his room, while taking off his jacket and dropping it on the bed, and went straight to the bathroom. After he taking a short hot shower, putting on sweats and a plain white v-neck he was on his couch, thinking. Thinking about her and his life before it got to where it is now. He smiled a little remembering how perfect it all seemed, but then the bad memories came to his mind. He tried his best to shake them out, but it was no use.
